Painted By God!

CLOUDS

Do you ever look at clouds and wonder
“What is it that I see there?”
And just the time you make it out
It morphs and changes somewhere

Reminds me of my life each day
It starts out and looks a certain way
But as the time slowly progresses
Things change and all the day possesses

Becomes unrecognizable and not what I expected
Some good, some bad is added or rejected
The see-saw going down, then up again I tower
Flexibility a needed benefit for every changing hour

Change is good they like to say
But all within a single day?
It makes my head swim thinking ‘bout it
I’d like my day to end as routed

But predictable life is not to be relied on
Get used to daily change from dawn to dawn
But really when I think about it
I love God’s interruptions, I really must admit

So bring it on!  My day in all its glory
I’ll take the challenge and prepare to write the story
Of how the Lord has blessed my heart
And finished another day, perfect from the start

Word from the Lord in a poem as given to Nancy Young 4/13/2018